NFW Collision #172!

Backstage, Coco St. Cloud wears her shades perched onto her nose. A Beautification Movement tee shirt clings tightly to her figure, with a form-fitting pencil skirt and stacked heels. Her thumb scrolls her phone, her attention engrossed in the screen. A tattooed woman walks on cautious ground, slow steps towards the woman who berated her so thoroughly on her first night in NFW: Amanda Thorn.

Amanda Thorn: Coco?

Coco lifts her head, visibly scoffing and returning to her screen.

Amanda Thorn: Coco, you made some pretty open-ended threats last week on Coll-

A stiff glare from Coco gets Amanda to change the course direction pretty quickly, albeit with a roll of the eyes.

Amanda Thorn: Cocollision... but, not many of us were expecting you to show up tonight.

Coco St. Cloud: Incredible. Being stupid as you look must be a huge accomplishment.

Amanda scowls. Biting back the unprofessionalism that wants to defend herself against Coco's lackadasical insults.

Coco St. Cloud: You've all got to stop underestimating me. I'm really just not the one.

Amanda Thorn: Well, considering you're coming off the back of two losses...

Coco St. Cloud: Losses? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean.

Amanda Thorn: Losses. Matches you didn't win.

Coco St. Cloud: Doesn't ring a bell.

Coco shrugged, frowning.

Amanda Thorn: Chasity literally pinned you.

Coco St. Cloud: In April. My contract, section V, subsection forty-three, clause A indicates that losses do not count in the month of April for Coco St. Cloud.

Amanda Thorn: That's oddly specific...

Coco St. Cloud: April is a tremendous month for fashion. I wouldn't expect you to understand. Gigi Hadid's birthday? April. Tan France? April baby, baby. Marc Jacobs? April. Coco Johnson? April. Catherine Malandrino, Vera Maxwell, Caresse Crosby?! Inventor of the brasierre!? Yeah. No. April is my month, so that does not count. Cute effort, though. But the less I need to talk about Chastity Belt, the better. For my mental health, and for the ratings of this show.

Amanda Thorn: Okay, but what about VixSin?

Coco seethes. Pinching at the bridge of her nose, boosting her shades up.

Coco St. Cloud: I'll give her this, she screams peaked in 2010. Especially given that she was high on bath salts and trying to eat my face like the jealous little fat bridge troll that she is. But, no. I was not pinned. So that doesn't count.

Amanda Thorn: You were counted out!

Coco St. Cloud: But I was not pinned.

Amanda Thorn: But you didn't win!

Coco St. Cloud: But I was not pinned. The match is still going on, as far as I'm concerned. And I'm winning.

Amanda Thorn: Of course... so if she showed up right now... you'd be prepared to defend yourself?

Coco clicks her fingers in three consecutive snaps. A commotion - loud stomps and militaristic calls. A formation of armed guards with riot gear and visors appear, circling Coco and Amanda. A few of them carry the rabies polls with collars dangling from them. Some are armed with cans of mace at the ready. Coco smiles, pleased at the quick response.

Coco St. Cloud: Let her. She'll sit in a cage until she's put down, and it's for the best for all of us.

Amanda Thorn: I'll hand it to you. You seemed to have thought of everything.

Coco St. Cloud: I get it. You must not talk to smart people often. I've seen the way some of these cretins dress. Including you. I'll forgive you for experiencing something new with me today. It's a very exciting time to be you!

Amanda Thorn: Riiiiight... so what's your plan for tonight then?

A few more taps on the screen follow. Coco is finally satisfied, grabbing her designer bag from the nearby production crate it was sitting on. Snapping her fingers, the army is posed to protect her.

Coco St. Cloud: Home improvement. I sacrificed my face for this place. You said it yourself... no one would blame me if I didn't come back after that. But I did, because this is my house. It's about time my house felt like a home.

She clicked her fingers, but this is a clear sign for Amanda to follow. This is obviously not something that she wanted, but she's surrounded with nowhere to go. She follows, reluctantly, as we fade to ringside.
Deep in the heart of Vlad Blackheart Colosseum’s loading dock, two NFW crew members chatter to themselves and try to haul a heavy crate. It looks like they’ve done this thousands of times before, making their rounds for the benefit of the show with stern faces. This time, though, the smaller female stagehand’s hand slips! The sensitive broadcasting equipment almost slams against the concrete floor — until Cass Baumer happens to be there at the right time! The brawler groans with pain as she pulls the box back into the female roadie’s hands. The two backstage workers casually thank her for the save, then continue about their business as Baumer catches her breath leaning against a pillar.

Cass Baumer: Kia ora.

Baumer, rocking her Maori tribal ring gear underneath an open light-brown flannel and a loose black beanie, greets everyone with a smirk. She stretches out her arms, cracking her knuckles audibly.

Cass Baumer: You saw the announcement, yeah? Me versus Jessi Ozborne, one-on-one, in a qualifying match for the chance to win the Wildcard Briefcase. With it, the winner ‘ll be able to challenge for whatever title they want with an almost guaranteed chance at becomin’ champ. Except, well, if you’re like me who put that Briefcase on the line and didn’t leave with it.

She looks devastated to recite the words.

Cass Baumer: Yeah, I could repeat the same ol’ boilerplate phrases everybody always does, but…

Baumer clears her throat, the sound echoing around the concrete high-ceiling room.

Cass Baumer: I’m jealous of you, Jessi.

Cass’s words seem to be sincere.

Cass Baumer: I mean, who in this business wouldn’t be? You’re a five-time world champion in your second super rookie year. You’re growing more popular by the day. And all the while, you’re loyal to the #QueensOfChaos. You reach out to help them, givin’ ‘em words of wisdom. It almost distracts from the fact that it’s still a vanity project made to put you, Jessi Ozborne, at the top of that played-out royalty shtick that already existed in NFW in the KingdomYou’ve combined that DNA with Dogs of Wars’ recruitment method - and out came what we see today. Talk about innovation!”

She then crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the wall, her left leg propped up.

Cass Baumer: I should be fair. The other #QueensOfChaos don’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire. I’m glad they’ve got that support group. No bullshit. Even the words of wisdom part weren’t sarcastic. I just can’t help but wanna kick their leader, Jessi, in the temple with a Bleeding Edge that knocks her flat! Is that so much to ask…?

Baumer puts her hand on her chin, thinking.

Cass Baumer: Guess all that’s left to say is, let’s get to work. I’ve got a briefcase to collect.
Back to backstage. Coco has made her way to the notorious food court area of the Vlad Blackhart Colosseum. An ocean of options are waiting, with some shorter lines given that the show is underway. Amanda is confused, glancing at Coco skeptically.

Amanda Thorn: Are you hungry or something? Because all I've seen you do so far tonight is check your phone every few minutes like an addict.

Coco St. Cloud: No, I've cut back on my consumption of greasy spoons by 100%. And if this place is going to be Coco approved? You could all stand to do the same.

Coco approaches a burger stand. Of course cutting the line, for which Amanda apologetically frowns and is trying to soothe the angry and drunken patrons.

Burger Stand Employee: Miss... you're goin' to need to get in the back of the line.

Coco St. Cloud: Actually... I'm not here to order. I'm here to offer you an extended leave.

Coco reaches for the purse, removing a banded wad of cash. The employee's jaw drops as a few more crowd her.

Burger Stand Employee: No tricks? Why?

Coco St. Cloud: What you're selling is horribly irresponsible and the arteries of these ingrates are important to me. I guess. Honestly I just want it to be a salad stand, maybe some tofu. A little sushi. Lean proteins only. This place is a nightmare for people who actually give a damn about their health and not being whale crane lifted out of bed.

The employees appear contemplative while Coco wiggles the cash.

Coco St. Cloud: More than you'd make in a lifetime slinging burgers and dunking fries in lard. Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be.

The employees each yank at the band of cash and Coco smiles as the sign flips to "off." Amanda's jaw drops as the crowd begins to jeer Coco. She's kept safe by the militia, but it doesn't change her cool expression compared to Amanda's horrified one.

Amanda Thorn: Coco, you can't do this!

Coco St. Cloud: Aww, but it looks like I absolutely did. What do you think? We could do an exotic tea bar here. And when we get those greasy-faced idiots to quit the cheap pizza, that can be a cute little experimental salad bar! Love that. Oh, and the sushi can go where the beer peddler is. Then - OOOH!

The string of ideas ends when Coco glances at her phone.

Coco St. Cloud: I have a delivery set by the end of the night! The devil works hard, but Coco works harder!

Amanda Thorn: I just don't think that-

Coco St. Cloud: Oh sis... I know. Now c'mon. We got more people to fire!

She said so excitedly, moving to the next stands she aspires to close. Amanda is still an unwilling participant, as told by the look on her face. We go back to ringside to continue the action as the workers clamor to the squadron-protected Coco, vying for the deal.
We cut to the backstage area following the last match, with Jessi Ozborne sitting in the locker room alone, wrapping her tape around her wrists, her heel rapidly tapping against the floor. The door to the locker room is closed, suggesting that her solitude is not by circumstance. She won’t admit it, but Jessi is riddled with nerves, made worse the moment she hears a knock at the door.

Jessi Ozborne: Not now, please.

She says, not even looking up to watch the door that just knocked. Silence fills the room for a while, until another knock hits the door.

Jessi Ozborne: I said not now.

This time she looks across the room to the door, slightly concerned about who it could be. Silence in the room once again, until a knock is heard once more.

Jessi Ozborne: Alright, whoever that is seriously needs to fuck off!

Just then, the door flies open, with Otto Nova peeking his head through.

Otto Nova: Even me?

A look of relief instantly crosses Jessi’s face as Otto makes his way into the locker room and closes the door behind him.

Jessi Ozborne: Oh hey. I’m sorry.

Otto smiles as Jessi approaches him and gives him a big hug. However, that smile quickly fades as he starts to notice something’s wrong. He pulls away as he holds Jessi out at arm’s length to check on her.

Otto Nova: Are you okay, hermana? You’re shaking.

Jessi shrugs Otto’s hands off of her at the first sign of him noticing that, before wildly pacing around the locker room.

Jessi Ozborne: Yeah no, I’m fine. Everything’s okay. I’m gonna beat Cass tonight, and I’m gonna qualify for the ladder match, and everything’s gonna be ok–

Otto Nova: Jessica, I know you better than that. Something’s wrong, just sit down and talk with me about it.

Jessi takes a pause. She may be able to fool a lot of people, but she also knows that Otto isn’t one of them. The two take a seat on the benches, with Jessi trying to get the words she wants to say out.

Jessi Ozborne: It’s just…I…I keep replaying what happened a few weeks ago over and over in my head. I brought my absolute best to Toro, and it was like it was absolutely nothing to him. Now everyone I love is getting slaughtered left and right, and where am I? Frozen, stuck in place, horrified to even come near the guy.

Jessi lets out a deep, wavering sigh, almost as if she’s about to burst into tears on the spot.

Jessi Ozborne: I just…I keep letting all the people I love down, all because I can’t fucking get over myself.

Jessi sinks her face into her lap, with Otto rubbing her back to try and comfort her.

Otto Nova: Hey, hey, it’s okay.

Otto guides her back up so that he can talk to her.

Otto Nova: You wanna know one of the best things about you? It’s that you don’t think.

Jessi Ozborne: Gee, thanks…

Otto Nova: No, I mean it. Once that bell rings and you’re in there, you just go. You don’t think about whether you’ll win or lose the fight, or what the consequences will be. You just go out there and fight until you can’t anymore. That’s the Jessi Ozborne you need to bring to El Toro Violento. That’s the Jessi Ozborne everyone wants to see out of you.

Jessi sits and contemplates for a bit, before silently nodding her head.

Jessi Ozborne: Yeah…yeah you’re right. Just gotta take thinking out of the equation. Just gotta do it. I can’t let my head get in the way anymore.

Just then, there’s another knock at the door, with one of the producers sticking their head through.

Producer: Hey, Ms. Ozborne? We need you at gorilla.

Jessi looks at Otto, with him answering before she can say anything.

Otto Nova: Go. Win your match tonight, and I’ll be here when you get back.

Jessi and Otto share one last hug before Jessi takes off towards the door. She turns to Otto one more time before she leaves.

Jessi Ozborne: Thank you, Oli. So much.

With that Jessi leaves the room, with Otto fixing his gaze on the monitor at the end of the room as we fade.
We cut backstage to find Sylvia Lopez sitting on the floor cross-legged, carefully brushing the hair of two dolls that share a striking resemblance to the members to Catalina Tavares and Janie Grayson, Thicc Attack. She giggles as her tag team partner, Abigail Lindsay arrives on the scene and she appears to be rather confused but also intrigued by what Lopez is doing, much like how the Bellevue Banshee was last week when Lindsay was meditating.

Nick Hanson: Well here we see the brand new tag team of Abigail Lindsay and Sylvia Lopez.

Jim Reynolds: I fear for Thicc Attack tonight, these two becoming a team changes everything within the tag team division.

Olivia Mayfaire: Taking nothing away from Thicc Attack, they’re a damn good tag team, but I have to agree with you on that one, Jim.

Just as it appears Abigail is about to say something to Sylvia she stops herself. She decides to sit down facing Sylvia while she continues to play with the Thicc Attack inspired dolls. The Kingdom member continues to look on in curiosity as The Bellevue Banshee is lost in her pre match ritual.

Nick Hanson: It’s always so unnerving when Sylvia plays with dolls.

Jim Reynolds: At least she’s not playing with you know who.

Olivia Mayfaire: Nobody wants to see “her” again.

Suddenly, Lopez grabs the hair of the dolls she was brushing just mere moments ago and rips the locks out of their heads and laughs maniacally as she claps her hands, bouncing up and down on the spot in glee.

Nick Hanson: Speaking of unnerving.

Jim Reynolds: Yup.

Olivia Mayfaire: And Abigail’s just watching.

Watching Sylvia enjoy herself doesn’t bother Abigail in the slightest. In fact, she cracks a smile, genuinely captivating by the whole display.

Abigail Lindsay: “You’ve given me an idea. Why don’t you do that to Catalina and Jaine, for real. We can keep their hair as a souvenir. Sounds fun?

The Bellevue Banshee giggles again and nods as she then proceeds to bite the heads of the dolls off and spits them out off to the side as Lindsay watches on.

Abigail Lindsay: Sylvia... I think I love you. Let's go.

Abigail gleefully giggles. She then rises to her feet. As Lindsay goes to leave though, Sylvia grabs her by the wrist to stop her and the blonde turns to look back at her partner’s face staring back at her.

Sylvia Lopez: You love Sylvia?!

Abigail nods.

Abigail Lindsay: Your fun. There’s nothing I love more than fun.

Sylvia jumps to her feet with a large toothy grin on display as she reaches into the chest pocket of her sleeveless jacket and takes out the locket that Lindsay gave her two weeks ago and she puts it into Abigail’s hand.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia does not need this anymore! Sylvia trusts you!

The normally stoic Abigail's face is overcome with emotion when Sylvia hands her back the locket. Putting the locket around her neck, she wipes a faint tear from her eye.

Abigail Lindsay: Aww, means the world to hear you say that. I trust you, too. Aside from The Kingdom obviously and my sisters, I can't think of a better partner. And friend.

Sylvia Lopez: We need a name!

Abigail Lindsay: I have a bunch of names written in a notebook. I'll share them with you after we beat Thicc Attack.

Lopez nods vigorously before then charging off camera as Lindsay follows as we cut elsewhere.
The delivery that Coco's been waiting for has arrived. She smiles excitedly in the loading bay, watching the large equipment trucks roll in with wonder in her eyes.

Amanda Thorn: Look... I like that you're a visionary. I do. But, I don't think that this roster wants to live in a world like you do, Coco. You're just... a little high-maintenance.

Her words go in one ear and out the other as Coco holds two scraps up. Swatches. Color samples. Coco practically salivating at the peachy rose gold in one hand and the barely-different, but different enough to her because of her keen eye, fizzy pink gold.

Amanda Thorn: The talent's going to miss their burgers and beers. They like their greasy pizza. They like their sodas. They-

Coco St. Cloud: Were you talking to me? Oh god... please don't. I'm in the zone. Back it up, boys!

Coco said, waving the truck back. It beeps with the alarm that it's reversing, until finally it stops. A ramp unloads, and employees in the back assist in taking down the compact sides. Standing there, in all of its glory, is a big, neon sign - not unlike the one that Coco unveiled a few months ago, but perhaps twenty times the size. It reads, in a swirling, glimmering font: Cocolliseum.

Coco St. Cloud: IT'S PERFECT! Peachy rose gold! AHH! It looks so good with the Cocollision signs I put up!

Amanda Thorn: That sign is huge! Where the hell are you expecting that to go?!

Coco St. Cloud: Duh... on the building?

Amanda Thorn: But the only place a beast like that sign would fit would be if we removed the Vlad Blackheart signage?

Coco gives perhaps the bitchiest smile in recorded history.

Coco St. Cloud: How astute.

Amanda Thorn: Coco! You can't do that!

She blinks, uncertain.

Coco St. Cloud: I mean I know I can't. Despite being a leggy goddess, I'm not tall enough to reach. And it's bigger than me. But I got a crane coming and guys who's job that is to put it up. I can't believe you'd think I'd do manual labor. You really got the wrong one.

Her jaw drops at Coco's response.

Amanda Thorn: FIRST OF ALL... I've got to imagine you'd need permits.

Coco rolled her eyes, flapping her wrist.

Coco St. Cloud: Don't be an actual killjoy. There's conservationists then there's beautifiers. And I am a beautifier. Anyone with working eyes could see this is an improvement.

Amanda Thorn: That's... not how that works at all, legally. Second of all... how much is your face worth?!

Coco grinned, albeit it was accompanied by some gentle daps of her face. Those bite marks have healed, but the mental scars linger.

Coco St. Cloud: Millies, darling. Almost billies, but I didn't wanna be greedy.

Thorn is dumbfounded.

Amanda Thorn: Since when?! And... and thirdly?! The disrespect factor?

Amanda pleads with Coco to listen, but it isn't being heard.

Amanda Thorn: Vlad Blackheart gave everything for our business, including his life. His name is on this arena as a tribute to him!

Coco St. Cloud: What about MY life, Amanda? Huh?! The one that dumpy little fatso tried to take from me? Yeah no. That just goes to the wayside, right? I promise you Vlad Blackheart does not care about this building with his name on it. Alright? He's dead. But you know who is here and able to appreciate a building with their name on it? Me! Coco St. Cloud! I'd argue that already makes me more accomplished than Vlad. I'm already better at being alive than he is!

Amanda Thorn: Oh my God...

Coco St. Cloud: And I'd think he'd appreciate someone taking initiative around here and making changes for the better.

Amanda Thorn: What makes you say that? What makes you say he'd be okay with you erasing his legacy and removing his name from this arena?

Coco frowned, pointing to her lips.

Coco St. Cloud: My mouth, you absolute buffon. Tongue, teeth, grasp of the English language? That's what makes me say that.

A construction worker approaches Coco and a bewildered Amanda Thorn.

Construction Worker: Miss St. Cloud - we gotta let all the patrons and the employees leave before we can roll out the crane and lift the sign up.

Coco St. Cloud: Whhhhhhy?

She whines.

Construction Worker: We gotta block off the street, so no one gets crushed or injured.

Coco St. Cloud: Is that all? I don't care about any of them. Go ahead!

Construction Worker: Sorry. Legally, we can't. But we should have everything up by the morning and then you can get your painters in here.

Amanda Thorn: Painters?!

A perplexed pause follows. The construction worker points at Amanda, then Coco.

Construction Worker: This your significant other?

Coco visibly gags.

Coco St. Cloud: Oh my god, she wishes. She'd be punching way above her weight class.

Amanda Thorn: Hey!

Coco removes the swatches, stepping off with the construction worker.

Coco St. Cloud: How well do you think gold and glitter would go with the peachy rose gold for the interior walls? Too much, or girl, you are toooo much? I'm torn.

Amanda shakes her head, muttering "unbelievable" as Coco coordinates with the newest unwilling participant, as we transition back to the ring again.
Alastair Frost growled loudly as he got off the phone with a member of his unit that decided to do something stupid while he was off the base for some personal leave.

Alastair Frost That Lt. is going to get himself killed one day and I won’t be around to help his sorry ass get out of trouble. Why he was assigned to my unit is beyond me. I will need to check in on him when I get back to the base.

Alastair put his cell in his back pocket before he headed to a space in order to clear his mind while he would plan his future on Collision.

Alastair Frost I may not be involved with in-ring action that often as of late but that doesn’t mean the chill of the Frost Warning isn’t filling the arena whenever I am around.

He heard some skittering of some of the local talent being used for the dark matches leaving the arena and heading for the hills to keep themselves safe from him and his warnings.

Alastair Frost As everyone can see, even the local talent know better in not angering the Lone Wolf or they will feel my bite. They will not be able to live their dream of wrestling if their wounds are infected and they end up in a shallow grave somewhere due to the gangrene.

Alastair pulled out a chair from catering and put it into the corner before he took a seat to watch the other talent on Collision coming and going. There were so many targets he could choose from but he knew he had to do it at the right time for his attack.

Alastair Frost All of these domestic enemies of the state don’t know what they are walking past when I am standing here in the arena. I can attack them at any time and they will have to deal with me before they realize that I am a cold bastard that doesn’t care what people think. That even includes our prestigious GM. Yes she informed the world that I am the 1st to face Dona Rotten for the title but it doesn’t mean I have to listen to her as the GM. I absolutely hate authority, no matter whether it is in professional wrestling or in the military.

Alastair continued to watch the Collision roster from a distance without saying any greeting to the ones who attempted to say hello to him.
Jessi has her hand raised in victory following her match, looking towards the Wildcard Briefcase stationed above the ring and pointing to it with intent.

Nick Hanson: Jessi Ozborne has done it! Jessi Ozborne is now one step closer to fulfilling her dream of becoming NFW World Champion!

Jim Reynolds: There were a lot of doubts about Jessi’s motivations heading into this one, but I don’t think you can deny the passion in that performance, Nicky!

Olivia Mayfaire: Absolutely not. We got it all and then some from both wom–wait a minute…what the hell is that?

Just then, the titantron comes to life, catching the attention of everyone in the arena, Jessi included. On it is El Toro Violento, standing somewhere backstage.

El Toro Violento: ¿Crees que una pequeña charla de ánimo es suficiente para vencerme?

Jessi looks up at the titantron, her just like everyone else wondering what the hell is going on.

El Toro Violento: Tal vez debería hacerle una visita a tu hermanito.

The camera then pans over to see the door to the locker room Jessi was in earlier, with the footage cutting to black just as Toro starts to turn the knob to open the door.

Nick Hanson: O-oh my God, guys. He’s going after Otto Nova. He’s going after Jessi’s little brother.

Olivia Mayfaire: Someone’s gotta do something about this.

Jim Reynolds: I say we do nothing. About time someone taught that little pipsqueak what New Frontier is all about!

Nick Hanson: & Olivia Mayfaire: SHUT UP, JIM!

Jessi immediately hops out of the ring, running up the ramp and backstage as we fade elsewhere.
Quinn was sitting at a table. The table was covered with a black cloth and had many candles to illuminate the otherwise dark room. In her hands there's a deck of cards as she was shuffling the deck she began to speak

Quinn: I am The Lady of Despair and it is time to what the future holds for NFW more specifically collision is it good or bad that for the card and spirits to decide your fate now let's see what is written in the cards.

As she had finished speaking she began to cut the cards into three different piles. Then she began to spread the cards out across the table. Then she began to glide her hand over the card till she had chosen the three that had spoken to her. She began to flip over the cards that she had chosen and they were as follows the first card that was flipped over was a reversed magician the second card was death and the last card was an upright tower

Quinn: The first Card is an upside down magician that is no good; it represents Illusions, deception and trickery. Things may not appear to be what they seem to be or someone may not be who they are in reality they are a monster.

The Second card is death which symbolises change but in this case it symbolises rebirth the rebirth from the wild to something unrecognisable but a being of pure chaos

The last card is the tower disaster and I predict that a great disaster will come to NFW by someone who has been here before. Someone who Austin Ramsey is familiar with they used to be The Primate, The Killer, The Wild child now they have been reborn no they have been resurrected by my hand now let me show you who they are

VixSin walked out from the darkness and into the light but something was different about VixSin gone was the brown hair and wild animal spirit and the animalistic gear and all that was left was red hair and and pale skin and the new gear which was a mesh shirt and black top with a red harness and a black leather tights with one full leg with the other leg being exposed with the main colors being red and black and if you looked into their eyes one was red and the other was fully white but one thing was missing they were completely soulless and empty like they were a shell of who they once were

Quinn: This right here Is the reborn VixSin she has embraced who they are once they were a spirit drifting aimlessly but once they embraced me and finally they became the monster of chaos. The wild child is dead and right here is "The Nightmare" VixSin and they are here to destroy NFW and rot collision because her deity demands it

Quinn blew out the candle as the room faded to black
We cut backstage, with Jessi Ozborne running down the hall until she reached the locker room from earlier, the door busted open with medical personnel shuffling in and out of it. Jessi tries to push her way past the maelstrom of people in the doorway to get to Otto. Just then, Steven Brody steps in her way to try to get her to step back.

Steven Brody: Hey, hey, Jessi. I’m afraid I can’t let you go in there.

Jessi Ozborne: Bullshit! I need to see if my brother’s gonna be okay.

Steven Brody: Otto will be fine, Jessi. Toro banged him up a bit, but he didn’t do anything too egregious. He just needs to be examined and cleared by our medical staff and then he can go on with his day. But what I absolutely can’t have is you getting in the way of them doing their jobs.

Jessi Ozborne: So what’s gonna happen to Toro, then? He just laid his hands on someone who’s not on the roster. Are you gonna do anything about that?

Brody faces tells that he’s massively upset as he answers.

Steven Brody: I will take care of it, Jessi. But for right now, I need you to stay out of it and let me and the other staff handle it.

Brody pats Jessi on the shoulder before taking off to get back to his office. Jessi is left for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. Eventually she snaps, knocking down a set of chairs sat against the wall and pushing an equipment box across the hall, destroying the interview set. She takes off, screaming in anger as we fade.
The camera opens on Trixie, walking through the halls of the arena backstage. She is decked out in ring gear, smiling at the camera.

Trixie: “Today’s my birthday. And as a gift, NFW got me a match against Lluvia Salvatore for the Event Horizon Tournament. Now I don’t have any particularly strong opinions on Lluvia. She’s a great wrestler. She doesn’t do unnecessary shit-talking. She does what she has to do and keeps it completely professional. She’s a caring mom. I respect that.”

Trixie pauses.

Trixie: “I mean, I still plan on knocking the ever-loving shit out of her. But if she wins, I won’t feel any shame and I think she could go far in the tournament. I’m excited to get in the ring with someone new and test myself. Should be fun.”

Trixie grimaces.

Trixie: “Until the inevitable interference from Diamond or Lilith. Because both are obsessed. Diamond still thinks she’s somehow an aggrieved party when Destiny did everything the could to get her my old Zodiac title – which she did eventually get – but y’know, somehow rewrites it like she didn’t attack me unprovoked and start all this shit. And Lilith is a spoiled little shit who thinks it’s completely okay for her to pull bullshit but if someone does anything back to her, it’s absolutely unfair. Boo hoo hoo.”

Slowly, she begins walking again.

Trixie: “But between the two of ‘em, I prefer Lilith. At least she knows who she is and isn’t a liar. She owns it. And most of her trick are harmless. Most. I’m sure that’ll change. So, to these two little obsessed fucks, at least show Lluvia some respect and wait to fuck with me after the match, okay? Or if you do it during, make sure she’s relatively unaffected. She deserves a fair fight, and one where, if she wins, it’s not tainted by two dickheads with grudges over having to take their own medicine.”

Again, she pauses, mulling things over.

Trixie: “Yeah, I probably shouldn’t work in any form of mediation when my ring career ends in a decade or so.”

Trixie nears gorilla position, giving the camera one last glance.

Trixie: Either way, Lluvia. I plan on giving you a nightmare of a fight. See you soon. And like you said, it’s nothing personal. I kick everyone in the face.”

Trixie blows a kiss before vanishing through the curtains.